Earl has tickets to various Notre Dame home games, one of them being the Saturday before Thanksgiving, today, when the weather is iffy at best. It’s deep into November and anything is possible.
Today a foot of snow was not only possible but actual. Even if laborers removed the snow from the seats, they could only push it to the row in front of the seats. So it was question of whether your butt or your ankles would be snow-covered.
I opted for neither. Instead my plan was to approach Earl with the proposition that I, who doesn’t really like football, would sit in our family room with him during the game and act enthusiastically. I would cheer when appropriate; I would also boo when appropriate.
Additionally, I would prepare a meal fit for a king (spare ribs, baked sweet potatoes, fabulous salad) and serve it at half-time, so that Earl could save money by not taking me to dinner after the game. He could also save on parking.
Earl heard me out and agreed to my terms. It’s a good thing I have a lot of ironing, because that’s what I’ll be doing while I hold up my end of the bargain. At least my feet and butt will be warm.
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